VS 056 Talking About Truth

Varanis — 1626 0699 Truth

????, Fire Season, Season/Movement Week


Fire Season/Movement Week/Freezeday/Afternoon [[[s01:session-38|Session 38]]]
After the events of the second Lunar quest, most of the group is sitting in the common room of the White Grape, drinking Rondrik’s alcohol and pondering recent events.

Varanis comes downstairs, having disappeared in that direction a short while ago. Her expression is vaguely sad, though she tries to hide it.

Berra has a cup of beer, and her back to the wall, and a thoughtful expression. Her frown is enough part of her to be just decoration, and it might hide something truly deep and elegant about Death, or her next question might be why toes are so short. It is her thinking face.

“How are you feeling, Berra?”

Berra gives Varanis a quick look, and a smile. “Pretty good, in fact,” she admits. “It’s good to have something to think on.”

“It’s good to hear that,” the Vingan replies.

Berra sighs slightly. “I wish I knew more about how writing works. I want to know what the High Sword did when he was young, in that Temple.”

Varanis looks at her curiously. “What do you mean, how it works? You shape the letters to make the words. And you record the words in order to make the sentences.”

Berra stares. “I’ve seen it done. But if you write down words that are not true, is that a lie?”

“If you speak words that are not true, is it a lie?” Varanis counters.

“Well, yes. If you know it to be so. But I didn’t know if it was the same for writing.”

“How could it not be so? Words are words.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how writing works like that. I mean… maybe it was a mystery I couldn’t understand.” Berra shrugs it off, and falls silent.

Varanis stares into her cup. Finally, she asks, “Did we do well today?”

Berra gives Varanis an odd look. “I don’t even know why you’re asking,” she admits. “Yes. Obviously.”

Varanis shrugs. “It was… unpleasant.”

Berra sighs. “Playing the enemy is never good. It … you have to remember that you are there for a reason. But we got him away, and I was trying to stop him, so it’s real. And he’s alive and he’s remembered things. We did what we were after. One of the two plans happened. So yes, we did well.”

There’s no reply for a long moment. Finally Varanis says, “I stayed out of the way and did what I was told. Things seemed to work better that way.”

“Oh. Right. Now I understand. Yes, but they didn’t work better because you stayed out of the way. They worked better because we had a plan and knew what was going on. Shall we take a walk?” Berra swigs back the rest of her beer.

With an abrupt nod, Varanis rises and takes both of their cups to Rondrik’s counter. She meets Berra at the door, pausing there.

Berra is already at the door, bouncing on her toes like she wants to be running, but she does not set out at high speed. Rather, she attempts her usual spell to detect enemies. A splutter in her voice and an irritated look indicate she got it wrong, but she sighs, and calms herself, and says, “I’ll do it. One moment.”

Varanis says nothing, simply waiting.

The spell goes off nicely, the second time around, and Berra opens the door, takes a casual-looking glance around, and steps outside. A moment later she says, “Clear.”

Varanis follows obediently, looking around as she steps through the door. “Which direction?” she asks.

Berra nods across the road, goes that way, and says, “It does not really matter. Just being out and moving is good. What’s the matter?”

Varanis considers. “A lot,” she admits finally. “I’m trying to decide where to start. From the beginning, I have felt like I was supposed to be a leader here, but I have repeatedly failed. Moreover, no one really wanted or even needed me to be their leader anyway. From the outside, people seem to assume I am in charge, but the reality of it is that I can barely govern myself.” The Vingan is very subdued as she speaks.

Berra sighs. “Riiiiiight. You have a bad case of being young and noble.”

Show Conversation – note this conversation references most members of the party and has spoilers.

A moment later Berra snorts and even starts to open her mouth as if something has occurred to her, but she sticks to what she just said – she has said enough.

“No, you shouldn’t poison someone. And yes, we should go back.” Varanis doesn’t say anything further as they start to head in the direction of the inn. After some silence she says, “You aren’t done yet. There’s something more on your mind, isn’t there?”

“My High Sword,” says Berra in a small voice. “He cut himself off from his Regiment. For Duty. I… I just can’t think about it.”

Varanis replies, “I can’t even begin to understand how that must be for him, but perhaps it explains some of why he is the way he is.”

Berra shakes her head just a little, in awe. “Too much for me to understand. But… we should go back. Decide if we are going to follow this thing. You do that, with Irillo and your allies.” A faraway look is on her now, a touch of dreaminess, in with the peaceful, quiet expression.

Berra asks for privacy on a thing she said

  • 1
    Berra rolls a special on insight. Result: Hard one to explain…. that’s the place where Varanis was seriously thinking of jumping. She’s ashamed and perhaps a bit scared by it, but also trying to avoid thinking about it.
  • 2
    Varanis gets a regular success on insight: Berra is a tumble of inner emotions, entirely different to the blank-eyed, overly calm Humakti who paced up the road from Wilmskirk.